Red Wine

You don’t really see the bigger picture Painting on canvas with only liquor Stick in the mud with my feet up Calling my homies to see what’s up Then they tell me that I shouldn’t worry Paying for school and the dormitory One day they’ll follow my footsteps Well then what’s next? Cruising down the Street with all my homies Screaming ACAB ‘Till they scream right back, freeze Put yo hands up High where I can see them When will they be held Accountable for mayhem Fill up my Carti a Whole lotta red I need a reason to Get outta bed Cause when I wake up there’s new Blood every day Turn on the news This shit ain’t ok Brothers and sisters Are shot by the people Who claim to protect But they never got legal Repercussions, who do you serve Do you not know what the people deserve It stem from the cities that redline The HOLC sipping red wine Do not call yourself an ally For moving to indy to gentrify Sending your children to private School Does not help the children without the tools To get out the mud in the shitty system That we live in, that’s why I’m Cruising down the Street with all my homies Screaming ACAB ‘Till they scream right back, freeze Put yo hands up High where I can see them When will they be held Accountable for mayhem Cruising down the Street with all my homies Screaming ACAB ‘Till they scream right back, freeze Put yo hands up High where I can see them When will they be held Accountable for mayhem I know I can’t say that much I don’t wanna steps on your toes and such But I watch this industry With the silent labels and companies Black artists make most of your profit Yet you aren’t doing anything to stop this It doesn’t cost anything to care About an issue so severe I’m always wondering when will it end Saying shit you will never understand Wrote a whole tape and you ask what it means Maudlin is in the first minute it seems That comprehension ain’t one of your strengths But maybe it’s me and you’re pulling the strings I never signed up to become a puppet but f*ck it I’m stuck in the middle and all outta luck while I’m Cruising down the Street with all my homies Screaming ACAB ‘Till they scream right back, freeze Put yo hands up High where I can see them When will they be held Accountable for mayhem